It sits on my nightstand, a gift from my sweet mentor and a reminder of what I learned bigger this year:  Why Mary Matters. Because before, well … Mary, she was for the ones with the beads and crucifixes and stained glass; we Protest-ers, we shrugged her off like so much holy water, maybe even the tiniest bit afraid. We bundled all things we thought were extra and excessive and threw them all right out our proverbial windows, and Mary… Read more »

We’re planning a New Year’s Eve party, so there’s a lot of list making going on ’round here.  The fun kind–we need cheese and chocolate for fondue, balloons and glitter for decorations, glowsticks and bells for the kiddos.  I’ve already printed out some 2016 resolutions papers for the kids to fill out–you can find those here: Kids 2016 New Years Sheet  and we’ll print these great questions out and take some time to hear about everyone’s 2015, too.  It’s time… Read more »

There are those, however, who look at the empty places on the calendar with weariness. This year drawing to a close has been a hard one, draining hope dry. Sweet one, can I ask you to look away from despair for a moment? Or maybe you wouldn't characterize your feeling as being nearly that dark; in that case, may I call you from even your weariness, the exhaustion that comes with simply living a poured-out-life well?

  “Why go I mourning?” (Psalm 42:9). “Canst thou answer this, believer? Canst thou find any reason why thou art so often mourning instead of rejoicing? Why yield to gloomy anticipations? Who told thee that the night would never end in day? Who told thee that the winter of thy discontent would proceed from frost to frost, from snow and ice, and hail, to deeper snow, and yet more heavy tempest of despair? Knowest thou not that day follows night,… Read more »

It’s true, I’ll admit it: I’m not ready for Christmas. Oh, I’ve done all the baking, the caroling and shopping, the tree trimming and wrapping, the reading and snuggling and even the waiting and watching. I’ve sat here through dark mornings and read Scripture by the lights of the tree (all 2,000 of them!) for all of Advent (and then some!).  I’ve “prepared Him room.”  But I’m still finding myself digging heels in, willing the season to slow, to give… Read more »

Dodging icy spots, I hurried into the store for a few more things for the third time that day.  The snow, having fallen a few days before, wasn’t so pretty in the parking lot, and what sparkled in pristine white was now packed, browned from salt and pressed with the tread of so many tires. Passing the bundled elderly woman picking her way over the treacherous piles, the tired ringer at the door, the temptation of the coffee bar, I… Read more »

Happy Monday! If you’ve been around here awhile, you might know how much I love snow. Here’s a quick Periscope I did when I “snowed” my bedroom tree this weekend!  You can follow me at Misty Krasawski on Twitter and Periscope (lots of fun, if you haven’t added it yet!)  Learn to make snow for your Christmas here:   Sometimes I like to share the fun things I’ve been finding around the internet! Ann on housecleaning–plus the bedding I have… Read more »

Last night we attended Victoria’s winter concert. As usual, it was a wonderful mix of on-the-radio favorites and traditional choruses, the stage and aisles abuzz with color and movement.  I’d share a picture but honestly found myself so enthralled watching the kids present all they’d worked on that I never even thought to pull my phone out to capture it! Turning down one cold, busy street after another, my husband and I hunted down a parking spot in downtown Denver… Read more »

It’s been quite a season, hasn’t it?  Sometimes it seems the world is on fire. Faces of grieving moms and frightened children make us hug our own close, longing to hide them from all the ugliness and crazy happenings of our day. There’s been a lot of discussion around our house about the refugee crisis and the appropriate response for Christians.  While there are very loud voices on both sides, it seems to me that this situation has the potential… Read more »

Ahhh, the life of a mama! Recently, I was blessed to attend a reunion of the MomHeart team at the home of Sally Clarkson.  We enjoyed deep fellowship, wonderful teaching, and the breaking of bread around lovely tables.  We even spent a morning sitting ’round the lake at the Broadmoor Hotel, with instructions to ponder what it meant for each of us personally to make sure our lives continued to be both life-giving and sustainable. What a gift! But we… Read more »

My tulip beds, at the end of May. Planted in the dark so many months ago, shovel plunged at the last minute by flashlight into fall-hardened ground in a desperate attempt to bury pregnant bulbs before Colorado’s first blankets of snow came, they defied planting dates and gravity to bring us joy every day this spring. The season has come to an end, though.  Several have dropped, petal edges bending downward, beginning the return piece by piece to the ground… Read more »